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Updated: June 20, 2025
But it is always there, and whether soft in the gentler periods, or strong amidst the noise and clang of the perihelion, it dominates always and gives its tone to the whole life. The dominant tone of Sir John Meredith's existence had been the high clear note of battle. He had always found something or some one to fight from the very beginning, and now, in his old age, he was fighting still.
Also by Aunt Janice calling pleasantly, "Did you have a good night's rest, and are you ready to go down to breakfast now?" She beamed happily around on all the young Meredith's, as they hurriedly joined her at the top of the stairs.
The bravest army can be stampeded by a surprise, and after having screwed up her spirit to the point of facing Fownes in his fortress, the stable, Miss Meredith's courage deserted her on almost stumbling over him a hundred yards nearer than she expected. So taken aback was she that all the glib explanation she had planned was forgotten, and she held out the miniature to him without a single word.
Sara stood near her father and listened while he and Miss Minchin talked. She had been brought to the seminary because Lady Meredith's two little girls had been educated there, and Captain Crewe had a great respect for Lady Meredith's experience. Sara was to be what was known as "a parlor boarder," and she was to enjoy even greater privileges than parlor boarders usually did.
It is Meredith's story of Harry Richmond, a book in which its author evidently found a demand in some way different from that of the rest of his work; for here again the first person is used by a man who habitually avoided it.
"Yes, yes, that's it!" exclaimed Lord Lackington it! When Lady Henry wanted a companion and fate brought her Miss Le Breton " "Last night's coffee was already drunk," put in Sir Wilfrid. Meredith's voice, raised and a trifle harsh, made itself heard. "Why you should dignify an ugly jealousy by fine words I don't know. For some women women like our old friend gratitude is hard.
They are sick now, poor children bad food; no care ah! well, they will learn, they will learn." And the old man rode away. And still Doris had not seen Meredith's child. "I cannot, Sister," she had pleaded. "I can think of it only as George Thornton's child." The hate in Doris's heart was so new and appalling a sensation that it frightened her.
"What mean ye, fellow," he continued, "by neglecting the work I set ye?" Absolutely unmoved by the reproof, Charles stood as heedless of it as he had been of the outstretched hand of the daughter, a hand which had promptly disappeared in the folds of Miss Meredith's skirt at the first sound of her father's voice.
"Then buy what ye can hereabout before we begin seizing, and see to it that ye buy a good surplus which ye can sell to us at a handsome advance. Our good king is a good pay-master, and I'll show ye what it is to have a friend in the commissariat." With this Clowes put spurs to his horse, confident that he had more than offset any prejudice against him that might still exist in Mr. Meredith's mind.
She smiled good-naturedly on Hope, and kissed her hand to Kate. "So, Hope," said Philip, "you are bent on teaching music to Mrs. Meredith's children." "Indeed I am!" said Hope, eagerly. "O Philip, I shall enjoy it so! I do not care so very much about her, but she has dear little girls. And you know I am a born drudge.
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